Feathers: A Poem
Falling with grace,
Floating or flying?
As gravity whispers,
Is this the beginning of everything?
Freedom begins with a leap of faith,
Boldly dancing into forever,
Letting go of all that tethers,
To be softly guided by the sky's fervent flutters.
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